Handbuch der nordamericanischen National-Literatur: Sammlung von Munsterstücken nebst einer literar-historischen Abhandlung ueber den Entwicklungsgang der englischen Sprache und Literatur in Nord-AmericaWestermann, 1854 - 119 страница |
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... seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music . Firmly builded with rafters of oak , the house of the farmer Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shady There the richest was poor , and the poorest Sycamore grew by the ...
... seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music . Firmly builded with rafters of oak , the house of the farmer Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shady There the richest was poor , and the poorest Sycamore grew by the ...
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... seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Thus , at peace with God and the world , Warm by the forge within they watched the the farmer of Grand Pré labouring bellows , Lived on his sunny farm , and Evangeline And as its ...
... seemed the smithy , through every cranny and crevice , Thus , at peace with God and the world , Warm by the forge within they watched the the farmer of Grand Pré labouring bellows , Lived on his sunny farm , and Evangeline And as its ...
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... seemed to reign upon earth , and the While aloft on their shoulders the wooden restless heart of the ocean and ponderous saddles , Was for a moment consoled . All sounds Painted with brilliant dyes , and adorned were in harmony blended ...
... seemed to reign upon earth , and the While aloft on their shoulders the wooden restless heart of the ocean and ponderous saddles , Was for a moment consoled . All sounds Painted with brilliant dyes , and adorned were in harmony blended ...
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... seemed as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming For Evangeline stood among the guests of floor of her chamber ! her father ; Little she dreamed that below , among the Bright was her face with smiles , and words trees of ...
... seemed as she stood with Naked snow - white feet on the gleaming For Evangeline stood among the guests of floor of her chamber ! her father ; Little she dreamed that below , among the Bright was her face with smiles , and words trees of ...
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... seemed with the weight of the weary heart in his bosom . Echoing far o'er the fields came the roll of But , with a smile and a sigh , she clasped drums from the church - yard . Thither the women and children thronged . On a sudden the ...
... seemed with the weight of the weary heart in his bosom . Echoing far o'er the fields came the roll of But , with a smile and a sigh , she clasped drums from the church - yard . Thither the women and children thronged . On a sudden the ...
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Acadian America americanischen auch beautiful bells besonders blessed bosom breath bright child dark das North dead death deep denen deshalb Dichter door dream durch earth Edenhall eigentlich England erst Evangeline eyes father fear feel finden flowers forest friends ganz ganze ganzen gazed Gedichte Geist gleich grave grossen hand heard heart heaven Hungary indessen Jahre Kraft land lässt Leben Leser lich light lips living look machte manche mother mountains never night o'er passed Peony recht Rip Van Winkle rose round schon Schriften sehr seine seinen shadow ship shore silent sind sleep smile song sorrow soul sound später spirit Sprache stars stood sweet tears thee Theil thine thing thou thought tree Verfasser viele voice wander waren waves Weise welcher wenig Werk wieder wild wind words wurde Zeit zugleich
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Страница 41 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image.
Страница 52 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow...
Страница 55 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Страница 51 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Страница 54 - Gentlemen may cry peace, peace ! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish ? What would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery...
Страница 40 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Страница 28 - I asked his daughter's hand Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story. "While the brown ale he quaffed, Loud then the champion laughed, And as the wind-gusts waft The sea-foam brightly, So the loud laugh of scorn, Out of those lips unshorn, From the deep drinking-horn Blew the foam lightly. "She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea-mew's flight, Why did they leave that night Her nest unguarded?
Страница 30 - Try not the Pass!" the old man said; "Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! "0 stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Страница 77 - Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the flrst time, her first-born's breath; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock , the ocean storm; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With...
Страница 153 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!